Daliang Beijing, say big is not big, say small is not small.

The bustling city is not a big place, but around the city, the surrounding area is not small, divided into two urban areas, north and south.

Ye Caitang is not a picky person about food, clothing, housing and transportation, but this time he bought clothes, but he broke his leg.

Ye Caitang did not go to the garment shop or the cloth shop, but went to the dyeing and weaving workshop.

She's not welcome, she'll report herself when she comes up.

"I'm a man of six doors." Ye Caitang said: "There is a case, and you need to cooperate with the investigation." ”

Although the boss has never seen a female servant, a female catcher, etc., but looking at Ye Caitang's appearance, he somehow feels that she is real. She has a completely different temperament from the female workers in the dyeing workshop, and she also has a different temperament from the young lady of a large family.

"Look at this dye." Ye Caitang said: "Let's see if it's from here." ”

She handed over the slightly stained handkerchief.

The boss looked at the handkerchief and wondered, "This ...... It's ......"

Ye Caitang also felt very irritable, it would be good if the black silk that strangled Lin Ling was there, now there is only a little bit of color on the handkerchief, which is really difficult to distinguish.

But now the conditions are such conditions, and there are difficulties to overcome.

"It's the color of a black ribbon." Ye Caitang said: "The ribbon fades on the skin, presumably this process is not very good, does the cloth in your workshop fade when you go into the water?" ”

This is really an insulting question, the boss's face was a little broken, but seeing that Ye Caitang's face was very serious, he sighed in his heart, and still answered truthfully: "Indeed, there is a little." But wash it a few times and it won't fade, and it won't fade all the time. ”

Ye Caitang asked the boss to take a look at the same black fabric, dipped it in some water and wiped it, and sure enough, a piece of white cloth was also stained, and the color was very close.

Ye Caitang put the two pieces of cloth together and compared them, but he was really not sure.

Black is similar to black, but it's not exactly the same because of the different shades.

Ye Caitang said: "The pigments in your dyeing workshop are all prepared by yourself, and each one should be different." If it's a fabric from your own home, can you recognize it? ”

"Yes." The boss responded, and then said: "But at least there must be a piece of cloth, the girl is not that I don't cooperate, you only have so much, it's really not good." ”

Ye Caitang sighed in his heart, but still said: "Since there are only a few times in the first few times that the water has faded, and the latter will not fall, does it mean that this material has not been bought back for a long time?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes." The boss nodded again and again, thought about it and added: "But if that person hasn't washed it or touched it after buying it, even if it takes a long time, it won't fade." After the new water is launched, it will still fade. ”

Ye Caitang naturally knew this, she asked the boss to find a small piece of fabric, write the name and location of the workshop, and move on to the next one.

The villages around the capital, with the old house of the Meng family as the center, radiated outward, and when Ye Caitang came out of the fourth dyeing workshop, it was already a little dark.

It's really inconvenient to go out in this era, Ye Caitang feels that he hasn't walked so much since he came to this era, and he really uses people's money to eliminate disasters for others. The meat that had been eaten at noon was now digested.

She looked around, the road was easy to walk, but far away. The trail is remote, but much closer.

Although several people have died recently, the security in the capital is still good, and there is a tomb on the side of the road in front.

The tomb at night seems to be a very terrifying place, closely associated with haunted ghosts. But in Ye Caitang's view, it is a relatively safe place.

Because even the wicked are afraid of ghosts, so those who are blind in the dark will not even go there to block the road and rob them, and they will not be able to guard people when they go.

Moreover, the kind of mass graves are buried by poor people, often buried hastily with a straw mat, or anonymous people who have no one to take care of the aftermath, and there are no funeral goods, not even tomb robbers.

Ye Caitang is a fool, his subordinates have walked through countless corpses, and he is afraid of heaven and earth and will not be afraid of ghosts.

She looked at the bright moonlight overhead, and then turned into the path.

The mass grave was in the middle of the path, but it was still quite far away, and Ye Caitang saw a little fire in a trance, and a black shadow.

Ye Caitang's footsteps immediately stopped.

What's in the cemetery?

Ghost?

No, that's impossible. Even though Ye Caitang himself has experienced such an unbelievable thing as borrowing a corpse to return his soul, he still never believes that there are ghosts in the world. Otherwise, you won't be able to do the work you do in the future.

Ghost fires and beasts that gnaw at corpses?

But the ghost fire is because human bones contain phosphorus, and after the corpse decomposes, it will produce phosphine, which has a very low ignition point and can spontaneously combust.

The current temperature is not so much, and the night is even a little cool, absolutely not reaching the natural temperature of phosphine, and there can be no ghost fire.

It is also unlikely that the beast that gnaws the corpse, this is not a wilderness, there are villages in front and behind, people come and go, at most it is some wild cats and wild dogs, where does such a big beast come from.

Ye Caitang felt strange in his heart, squinted his eyes and looked again.

Now the outline was more visible, as if it was a person, squatting on the grave, burning paper.

Someone actually came to the mass grave to burn paper at this time, Ye Caitang was sure that it was a person, and he didn't dare to make a noise even more calmly.

In the mass grave in the middle of the night, someone suddenly appeared, but don't scare people out. Not everyone is as bold as her.

Ye Caitang waited patiently, because he was too far away, in addition to seeing the outline of the human shape, he couldn't tell that it was a man, a woman, or a child, and he couldn't hear what the man was muttering.

After waiting for a long time, the man finished his grief, got up and left slowly.

I'm probably an idiot, otherwise I wouldn't have come to the festival in the middle of the night.

Ye Caitang sighed, and didn't move forward until the person was completely far away.

When she passed by, she saw that the paper money in front of the grave had just been burned out and there was still some smoke, so she turned her head to look at it casually.

Lin Ling!

Ye Caitang stopped abruptly.

There is a wooden sign inserted on the mound, which is the most common simple tombstone in the mass grave, and on the tombstone, two words are written, Lin Ling.

It is exactly the same name as her friend, Lin Ling, who was killed in the Meng family's old mansion a few days ago.

Ye Caitang's eyebrows jumped a few times, and she strode over.

The two words on the wooden sign are clear, and judging from their own clarity, they have just been established. The offerings in front of the grave, in addition to a pile of unburned yellow paper ingots, also have fresh food, and three sticks of incense are inserted on the rice.

Lin Ling is a very common name, but could it be so coincidental that she met a person with the same name and surname in this mass grave?